I am one of those strange people who like hospitals.
I'm not a nurse. I'm not a doctor. I'm not any of the various additional specialists, aides, or staff in a hosptial.
But I feel at home there.
When I was young, my grandmother was in the hospital a lot. She had heart bypass surgery. She had a stroke with months of rehab. It seemed like she was always in and out of the hospital for one reason or another.
My aunt was also in the hospital quite a bit when I was growing up, too. My mom had minor surgery. I was hospitalized with systemic E. coli for a week. My dad went through cancer treatment. I birthed both of my sons in hospitals.
Hospitals have always been a second home.
A strange thing happens to people in hospitals: they are at their most real.
Some are there for joyous reasons, like to meet a newborn baby and mother. Others come to see a loved one recovering from surgery. Family members gather in ICUs, hoping and praying someone gravely injured will pull through.
In waiting rooms I have seen people at their best, offering up to each other a place to stay, a car to drive, a prayer of hope and healing for someone they have never met.
I'm late posting today since I have spent a lot of time this past week visiting my dad in the hospital. Thanks be to God that he went from the ICU to home in five days and is recovering well.
I'm also grateful to be comfortable in hospitals, in general.
Here is what I ate:
Breakfast: I tried to make my usual a little more unusual by eating half FlaxPlus Multigrain cereal and half FlaxPlus Pumpkin Granola with unsweetened almond milk.
Lunch: I ate an Ezekiel wrap with seasoned tomato paste, Tofutti vegan "cream cheese," and fresh spinach.
Snack: Sliced Golden Delicious apples and Biscoff cookie butter. Cookie butter! AAH! I ate an entire jar in three days!
Supper: I made Spicy Black Bean Quinoa and ate it with romaine lettuce.
Are you comfortable in hospitals like me or do they make you nervous?
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